Sometimes, destiny doesn't ask for permission... it simply ties two souls together. She believed marriage was a choice made by love. He believed love was a weakness he could never afford. Two strangers. One unexpected decision. A bond forced by fate, not feelings. What begins as silence slowly turns into conflict, and conflict into something neither of them planned - love. But when past wounds, hidden truths, and misunderstood intentions rise to the surface, will fate be enough to keep them together... or will love arrive too late? An emotional journey of forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, and a love written by destiny itself.

~ pyaar nhi hona tha.... 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙖 ~

Sqn. Ldr. Rahul Shergill is serious, disciplined, and lives for his country and family. Flt. Lt. Aisha Rathore, is fearless, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. When their families arrange their marriage, two worlds collide-rigid meets playful, discipline meets chaos, and sparks fly at every turn. Tropes: Arranged love marriage Opposites attract Slow burn Chaotic romance Air force × Air force Protective male lead ( Or pata nahi kya kya 🙂🤌🏻)

Chandni's dreams were supposed to come true... but her world collapses. Her fiancé runs away, the media waits outside, and her own family's reputation hangs by a thread. With no escape and no strength left to fight, she's pushed into a marriage with Ravi her brother's best friend, India's top neurologist, and a man whose heart stopped beating the day the girl he loved died. Chandni is shattered. Ravi is terrified of love. Neither of them choose this marriage. But fate brings together two people who never believed they deserved happiness. Some marriages start with love. Theirs begins with heartbreak.

♾️♾️🖤♾️♾️ The world saw strength in her silence, grace in her restraint. But survival leaves marks no one sees. She learned to carry pain like fabric-folded, pressed, never torn. It became part of her, stitched into every gesture. He moved through life like a shadow-present, but never whole. His quiet wasn't peace. It was the echo of everything he couldn't hold onto. He didn't speak of it. He didn't need to. It lingered in the way he looked away just before the light reached him. They didn't know each other's tales, but fate doesn't wait for introductions. Their paths crossed-sparks crackled. Not the kind that burns, but the kind that hums beneath the skin. A glance held longer than necessary. A silence that didn't rush to fill itself. There was no introduction, no reason to speak. Just a moment suspended between two lives that had never touched, yet felt strangely aligned. Can two people, strangers to each other's pasts, find something real in the quiet between them? Can pain recognize itself in another and still choose to stay? When the world stops asking, do the wounds stop aching? When admiration surrounds her, who sees the girl behind the grace? If he never speaks of what he lost, does it mean he's forgotten? If she never cries, does it mean she's healed? Will they survive the storm destiny has written for them? Or will the silence they trusted be the very thing that breaks them? ♾️♾️🖤♾️♾️ #1 in pasthaunts. #4 in sparks. #11 in trauma recovery #subtleromance #silent love

🔥 "Premtapasya - The Sacred Fire of Becoming" is not a love story; it's a soul vow. This is my journey- not to be loved back, but to become through love. Somewhere in this vast land of India, my soul calls out-not outward, but inward. I carry an unshakable, eternal certainty that my Swami hears it in the same silence where I walk. This is my Tapasya. My discipline. My becoming. I write this not for readers, but for myself, for my Swami, and for Shiva-Shakti who guide every step of this fire. Here, love is not possession. It is not longing. It is not waiting. Here, love becomes enlightenment.💖

"Maa... d...dii... she...she r...ran away today..." She said her sobbing hard. Her mom sat down in shock. "Wh...what how... c...can this happen...???" Her mom said closing her mouth by her palm. "Di...did you checked neatly." her mom asked her voice unstable. "Y...yes mom I checked every corner of this room..."She said sitting beside her. Her mom took her hand in her and while rubbing it she asked. "will you do one thing?" her mom asked looking at her. She nodded. "Yes mom..." She said looking at her mom. "Will you sit for this marriage...?" Her mom asked while joing her hands. "No mom... no please don't join your hands." she said refusing her to join her hands she took big deep breath and said, "Fine I'll." she said her mom pulled her in tight hug. When two cold souls comes together and the storms of destiny starts what will happen? Meet EKTA ABHIMAAN KASHYAP cyber hacker of Mumbai. 25 yrs old a sweet but hot at same time girl. Meet ABHIMAAN KASHYAP buisness tycoon, CEO and mafia of Mumbai. 31 yrs old broken but cold man. I hope you'll enjoy the story. Spreading love and happiness 💗✨

ᥫ᭡.𝑯𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂-𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒍𝒆 𝒌𝒆 𝒀𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒋 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒋 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒍𝒆 ࿐ ˊˎ- જ⁀➴★𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈★ 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 BOOK 1 - FROM WHERE IT ALL STARTED ˖⁠♡ वो उस लड़के को बहुत साधगी से चाहती थी कहना चाहती थी मगर कहने से घबराती थी ♡⁠˖ A story of love that never asked to be loud... just true.⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ────୨ৎ──── "I love you," he whispered. "I Love you too." "But I love you more." She broke the hug. "I love you the most." "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲." And he meant it. ───୨ৎ──── She was chaos dipped in silence. He was melody wrapped in mischief. She admired him like a secret prayer. He smiled like he didn't know... but he always did. She believed the truth that it was one-sided, but he proved her wrong. No one knew who fell first, but both fell harder and harder, again and again. Maybe it was Ishika's kindness behind her devilish side or Abhay's comforting words. Or maybe it was their old bond which led them to their paths of madness. This wasn't just love; it was something else, something deep. That's why this book is "𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽." This is Deewangi. Their Deewangi. For each other.

It is the obsessional ff of tall,handsome,muscular men with 8 abs,Adrit singhla, who got obsessed with a girl full of fragility,Amina.Adrit singhla is the richest CEO of Italy and owns a famous ring maker corporation of about 105 branches in different towns. He is a men who is mafia by blood,protector by choice. Previously,he got broken by a girl,Amina but she had her duties to fulfil. Till now,he understands her as a fraud girl but she was not. Adrit singhla has dual personalities: Daytime gentlemen,Midnight assassin."He was like a fire,but she is made of glass."